Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2005 19:32:03 -0800 (PST)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Laborer

	The ceramic tile in the kitchen floor was the last thing that
needed to be replaced before my kitchen remodel would be complete. I did
all the work myself including putting in new appliances, cabinets, and
countertops, as well as installing all new recess lighting. All that was
left was that damn floor.

	I purchased new tile and grout and it was on the patio waiting for
me to install it. I was eager to get the job done. I wanted to finish in
one weekend, but first the old tile had to be removed.

	So, there I was, trying to scrape up that old tile by myself. I am
40 now and even though I am in excellent shape, I realized that if I did it
alone it would take me several days to get it all removed.

	I decided it would be best to get some help. I remembered that a
few blocks away from my house there would always be several Hispanic
laborers who would work for the day. I was told they worked extremely hard
and did the job in no time flat.

	So, I got into my Mustang convertible and headed down toward where
the laborers congregate. As I approached the area I could see there was
about 10 or 15 men there of various sizes and ages. I pulled up next to
them and they all rushed to my car chattering something in their native
tongue. Unfortunately, I didn't speak a word of Spanish, which is really a
crime here in Southern California and most importantly, because I have
always been attracted to Latin men.

	I looked at the anxious group around me, and held up one finger,
indicating that I only needed one Laborer. In all the commotion, not
realizing I was thinking out loud, I said, "I wish someone spoke English".

	"Senior, I speak English," a voice said.

	There standing by the side of my car was this young man about 25
years old with golden skin, thick black hair and deep dark eyes that
pierced right through me.  His clean white shirt was opened half way down
to his navel and I could see that he had a well-defined body. I looked him
up and down. His tight jeans, which were worn out in all the right places,
showed a bulge in his crotch and I tried to imagine what was inside those
pants. As big as that bulge was I figured he was very well endowed. I was
getting a hard-on myself, when I remembered what my purpose here really
was, "to get some help removing the tile".

	I shook my head into reality and said to the young man, "Great, hop
in".

	The others started to groan and I heard a few of them say "Fajina"
as the young man got into my car. I told him my name was Mike and he said
his name was Juan.

	I looked over at him as we sped away and asked him how much an hour
he charges for his work. He looked over at me, smiled and said in very
clear English, "Some things I charge $10.00 an hour and some things I do
for free."

	He looked at my crotch and then he adjusted his crotch. I was
starting to get hard again. I told him that $10.00 an hour would be fine,
ignoring, for now, the second part of his answer, because I really wanted
the kitchen tile removed that day.

	As we got out of my car in the driveway of my house, I couldn't
help but stare at his tight ass. "Focus Mike, Focus" I said to myself. "The
kitchen floor remember?" With that in mind, we went into the kitchen and
started scraping up the old tile.

	After a half hour or so, I was sweating and decided to remove my
shirt. I was proud of my body. I had a nice coat of hair that I kept
trimmed short in order to show my well-defined pecs and six-pack abs. By
the way Juan looked at me, I figured he like it, too.

	"You can remove your shirt if you like, Juan," I said, "It's too
hot here today."

	"No, thank you I will keep my shirt on. You are in very good shape,
Senior."

	I smiled at him and he smiled back. I swear the bulge in Juan's
jeans was getting bigger. I know the bulge in my shorts definitely was
growing.

	Two hours went by and we were about half done.  We were both hot
and sweaty and thirsty. I looked over at Juan and his shirt was soaking wet
with sweat. It became transparent as it clung to his upper torso. I could
see every muscle in his chest and stomach. Even his nipples were showing
through the material of that shirt. My dick was getting hard again, so I
figured we needed a break.

	"Let's take a break, Juan," I said, "Do you want a beer?"

	"Si, Senior, I am very hot," he replied.

	"Hey, stop that Senior shit. Just call me Mike."

	"Ok, Mike, gracias."

	I went and got us each a beer and we went out by the pool to take a
much-deserved rest. We sat on the chairs over looking the pool, our legs
were practically touching; his shirt was still wet and clinging to his
body. Trying to distract myself I asked him about himself.

	"Where did you learn to speak English? You seem to know it quite
well. I always regretted not learning Spanish."

	"I learned in school. The Catholic Missionaries taught me well.
That is not all they taught me either."

	"Oh, what else did they teach you." I asked, but I had a feeling I
knew the answer.

	Juan just held his head down and didn't say anything.

	"Hey its ok you don't have to tell me. I understand."

	"Father Francisco, arranged for me to come to the United States to
study, but I have to work to support myself."

	"So you are going to College here?"

	"Si, El Camino College. I like it very much."

	My emotions now were running very high and my heart was going out
to this guy. I know he could see the hard on I had under my tight shorts.
We drank our beers. I asked him if he wanted another and he said yes. As I
got up, so did he and our sweaty arms touched. I looked deep into those
piercing eyes and was nearly overcome with desire, but I knew I had to
finish the kitchen so; I took a deep breath, turned and headed for the
kitchen for a couple more beers. As I walked away, I told him that if he
likes he could take off his shirt and let it dry in the sun.

	When I returned, to my surprise, Juan was swimming in the pool. I
looked over at the pile of clothes on the side and realized he must be in
there naked.

	"Come on in and swim with me Mike," Juan shouted out to me. This
time I threw caution to the wind.

	"The hell with the kitchen", I said outloud, stripped naked and
stood there at the edge of the pool, looking at him swim, my eight inch
cock was standing straight out with pre-cum dripping in the water.

	I dove into the pool and swam toward him. He swam away, trying a
playful game of tag with me, but I was too fast for him. I caught him, or
should I say he let me catch him, at the shallow end. We stood up and
looked into each other's eyes. Our lips came closer to each other's until
they touched. We kissed long and hard and let our tongues explore every
inch of the inside of our mouths. I felt his rock hard cock rubbing up
against mine. I grabbed his ass and pulled it toward me.  I moved up and
down to stimulate our throbbing hard-ons.

	I pulled our lips from each other and smiled at him. He looked into
my eyes and said softly, "This is the thing I do for free". We both
laughed.

	I led him out of the pool. I walked over to the cabinet near the
pool and took out a couple towels and we dried each other's bodies. I took
him into my arms and kissed him again, letting our tongues dance in our
mouths.

	"You have a beautiful body, Mike. It is making me very excited."

	"I like your body too, Juan. I got hard the minute I saw you. Look,
I am not those priests, so you do not have to do anything you don't want to
do."

	"I never do anything I do not want to do, Mike, not even with
Father Francisco. I did it because I wanted to. He was good to me and I
think in his own way, he loved me."

	I looked into his eyes again. "I could easily fall in love with
this guy," I said to myself. I broke from his kisses and said outloud,
"Lets go to my bedroom".

	He smiled that smile and said, "Si."

	I took him by the hand as we walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I
stood there next to the bed, looking at this hot naked young man, his face,
so golden and handsome, almost beautiful, his well defined hairless chest,
his hard nipples, his smooth rippled stomach. The hair around his cock was
dark and course and bushy. His huge uncut dick was pointing straight up and
hitting his stomach, the head still sheathed in its foreskin.

	I kissed him gently on his lips and worked my way down his neck and
his chest and started sucking on his nipples. He gasped with excitement and
his cock seemed to spasm. I worked my way down his ripped stomach, licking
as much as I could and then down to that big cock of his. It had to be at
least 9 inches. It looked even bigger since Juan was only about 5 foot 7
inches tall.

Kneeling before him, I pulled back his foreskin and pre cum dripped from it
as the head of his cock came through. I ran my tongue around the head and
lapped up as much pre-cum as I could. Juan groaned with pleasure. I put my
mouth all around his mushroom head and slowly swallowed his cock until my
nose was buried in his pubic hair. Juan gasped again as I slowly moved my
mouth in and out over his well-hardened dick. I did this for several
minutes, and then I pulled him completely out of my mouth and let the
saliva drip from his cock to my mouth while I took a breath.

	While jacking him off, I told him to lie down on the bed so he can
be more comfortable. He lay down on his back.

	"You suck me so good, do me more."

	I obliged and swallowed his cock once again, but this time with
more intensity than before. I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth fast
and steady. I heard him moan and groan more and more.

	He yelled out, "Fuck I am going to cum, eat my cum Mike, eat my
cum."

	I felt his body spasm and his hot bittersweet cum blast into my
mouth. He shot again and again down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I
could but it was too much. Some of the cum dripped down my chin and onto
his dark bushy pubic hair. I held his cock in my mouth; I didn't want to
release it. Juan was still hard. He pulled away from me and his cock popped
out of my mouth. We kissed and his tongue tasted the cum that was still in
my mouth.

	We lay there holding each other, not wanting to let go. I looked
into his dark eyes again and saw a tenderness that melted my heart. I
kissed him deep and hard.

	As we pulled our lips apart, he grabbed my shoulders, looked at me
and said "It is your turn to lay down and I will pleasure you now."

	He pushed me back and my head lay on the pillow. His body lay on
top of mine and we gently kissed. He then ran his tongue around the outside
of my lips. I could feel his hot breath on my face, my cock got stiffer and
the smell of the young hot man on top of me excited me to no end. His cock
was still hard even after cumming as much as he did a few minutes ago.

	He worked his way down my hairy chest to my nipples and started to
run his tongue around the tips. I am especially sensitive there and yelled
out with pleasure. Juan smiled.

	As he left my nipples, he licked the hair on my six-pack, then down
to the shaft of my cut cock and completely swallowed all 8 inches. My body
shook with pleasure. He worked up and down my shaft, and then ran his
tongue over the tip lapping up the pre-cum.

	"You have a lot of pre-cum my friend, I bet you can fuck me without
any lube," Juan said with a devilish smile as he straddled my torso.

	By now the pre-cum was dripping fast and plentiful. I ran the head
of my cock around this dark hole, lubing it with my pre-cum. He sat on my
cock and it slowly entered his tight rosebud. He winced with pain and
pulled out a bit letting more pre-cum lube his ass. Then it slid slowly,
all the way in. Damn his tight ass felt good around my cock. I started to
pump up and down as he kept in rhythm on my cock. My pre-cum was still
lubing his ass. I didn't know how long I could hold off cumming, this felt
too good to stop.

	We both got into the rhythm of fucking his ass. I could not control
it any more. My body spasmed. I started to yell with pleasure.

	"Aaaahhhhh I'm going to cum." I could feel the cum starting up
through my cock. Then I shot into his hot ass. I shot again and again. It
was too much for his ass to hold and I felt it pouring out onto my pubic
hair. While I was in so much pleasure I didn't notice that Juan was ready
to cum again. My cock was still inside his ass.

	"Ohhhhhhhh " he cried as he came hard and fast. The white jism hit
my lips but most landed on my chest.

	He pulled my dick out of his ass and more cum dripped out. He
leaned over and licked his cum from my face and my chest. We kissed, our
tongues again exploring the insides of our mouths.

	We were both exhausted. He lay there on top of me with his head on
my chest. I ran my hands down his smooth back down to that hot ass that I
just fucked.

	"Mmmmmmm, I like you very much Mike," was all he said.

	"I like you too Juan, a lot," I replied.

	I looked at the clock next to my bed and realized that most of the
day had gone by. I would not get the kitchen floor up that day. Oh well, it
was sure worth it.

	"Juan, would you like to stay over tonight and we could work on the
tile again tomorrow?"

	He smiled and said, "Si, I would like that very much."

	That was five years ago and Juan never did leave. He is now my
partner and living here. Love came to us very quickly.

	I took over the responsibility of his education from Father
Francisco and Juan graduated from El Camino with honors and is attending
UCLA Med School with a 4.0 average. At my age, I figured it would be good
to have a doctor in the house as well as a good Laborer.

	Oh yes, we finished that kitchen floor. It took nearly a month but
we did finish.